"You want it," I insist.
His eyes search my face like he's memorizing it. He lifts a hand, hesitates, then cups my jaw with reverent care. "Stay still, Bluebird."
Adrenaline rushes in my veins. I inhale sharply.
He guides me back against the cushions, positioning me with quiet authority, like he's arranging something fragile. Every careful, grounded touch intensifies my already overactive sensation.
"This isn't about want. It's about need."
My chest tightens, emotion blooming sharp and hot behind my eyes. "I know."
He presses his forehead to mine for a moment, breathing me in, anchoring us both. Then he lowers himself over me, in a purposeful, devotional, controlled way that finally lets me exhale.
His tongue brushes mine before his lips touch me. He only gives me one long kiss before he takes my hands, pins them over my head, and his face descends over my body.
Time loses its edges. Chaos turns to sensations and focus. A strange, overwhelming relief of being held exactly where I need to be, settles. He keeps his hands steady, voice low, and me present.
His tongue swipes my belly button, and he releases my wrists. I reach for his cock, and he pushes me down. Darkness swirls fast in his gaze. "Relax, Bluebird. Just let it happen."
So I do. I lie on the couch, letting him feast on my body, quivering while he strips the red lace from my breasts. His tongue seizes my nipple, stroking, then sucking, while his fingers taunt the other one.
Whimpers fly out of me. Tremors turn into shivers that ripple through my body. He lightly bites on my breast, and I arch into him. "Red!"
"I love how fast you unravel," he murmurs, then moves to my other breast.
He does love me!
He sucks so hard, my voice breaks, "R-Red!"
He growls, "Say my name like that again. I want to hear what I do to you." He sucks harder, not letting up.
My body explodes into a charged frenzy, making me dizzy.
"You feel how hard your body answers me? That's not an accident, Bluebird." He pushes my panties to the side and pumps a finger inside me.
"Oh God!" I cry out, arching into him.
He cocks his head, an inch from my face, curling his finger, then thrusting it slowly. "That's it. Give it to me. I want every reaction."
Sweat breaks out on my skin. A drop rolls down my cheek. My breath turns ragged.
He lowers his lips to mine. I greedily kiss him, but he pulls back. I swipe my tongue, and it hits his lips. He peers closer and presses a thumb on my clit, gliding across it.
"Do it—just do it," I gasp.
He chuckles. "Do what, Bluebird?" He lowers his mouth to the curve of my neck, continuing to work my pussy.
"Take all of me. Please!" I beg.
His gaze sharpens, shadows carving his features until the warmth drains away, leaving something intent and predatory in its place. The corners of his mouth still, jaw sets as if he's made a decision that can't be taken back. "You want my big cock in your tight, little pussy, my Bluebird?"
"Yes! Please."
"Please, who?"
"Red!"
"Who?" His expression turns challenging.
